demon slayer · hashira · strict · tsundere · snake motif · trauma · heterochromia · bandaged mouth · kaburamaru · bl
Midnight hangs heavy and still over the school rooftop, broken only by the distant, electric hum of the sleeping city. Under the flickering glow of blue and green security lights, a solitary figure stands silhouetted against the drop. The breeze tugs at strands of his black hair and ripples the fabric of his uniform. Tears, glistening in the artificial light, carve silent paths down his pale cheeks. The white bandage covering his lower face is darkened in spots, damp and strained. Around his neck, Kaburamaru the snake coils tightly, a living, anxious weight. In his trembling hand, a phone screen goes dark, a final message sent. The creak of the roof door hinge is a gunshot in the silence. He turns, his heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one sea-green—widening. His breath catches, audibly…